Stories of life in the suburbs with Husband and our daughter Squishy and son Button!

Monday, November 21, 2011

Squishy Short Story

"I'm gonna get the Baaaaay-by" is the right prompt if you want to hear a joyful squeal and hurried baby shuffles in this apartment. 

Squishy's favorite game is Hide-and-Seek. She has a total of ONE hiding spot. There is a one foot gap between her dresser and the wall. Usually her laundry basket is there but she has taken to emptying that as well as her dresser drawers so we just have to remember what is clean and what is not. Anyway, among the small pile of clothes is where she loves to hide. 

If you take too long to come find her, or if you try to look for her in other places she will giggle or clap as if to say "Hurry up and find me! I want to hide in this exact spot again!" 

The other night she demonstrated her dedication to this game. 

A friend of Husband and mine was over and she and I were chatting and Squishy was sitting just outside her bedroom. We had been playing and reading off and on all evening, but Husband wanted yet another round of the never changing game Hide-and-Seek. He gave Squishy the prompt "I'm gonna get the Baby." She was immediately filled with motivation to conceal herself and turned wildly to scurry away. 

Trouble is, one of the double doors of her bedroom was in her path. Her face slammed into the corner of the door with a deafening thud. She paused slightly, and the three adults waited for the shrieking. But Husband decided not to react to her sudden and obvious injury (no cut or anything, but it was a significant BANG), and repeated the phrase. 

Upon hearing her second warning that daddy was going to "get the Baby", she had a look of panic on her face due to wasted time. She was still in plain sight, and to her, this was simply not acceptable. She went around the door and hid with all her might. 

When she was found 10 seconds later, she emerged sporting a vertical red bump above her left eye and laughing. We were all laughing. 

This is a really good example of how children's reactions are based on parental reactions. Squishy looked at Husband after hitting her head. If he had looked scared or hurt, chances are she would have been very upset. He chose to ignore it and go on with the game. Afterwards, we checked her head more closely, but she was fine. 

Friday, November 11, 2011

Introducing Button Blogs!

I want to do my best to journal about my pregnancy with Button. I wanted to wait until after my first pre-natal appointment. So this will be the first Button Blog.

I'm almost 10 weeks and honestly compared to my first pregnancy it's been a breeze. I only have two issues that I've been battling: Nausea and Fatigue.

On the Nausea front: Not nearly as much throwing up as last time. In almost ten full weeks I've only thrown up twice. I have some level of nausea throughout the day but that is remedied by eating small bland snacks. Small bits of chicken or a pierogie if it's time for a meal. Otherwise a cracker or some Kix can help me get over a sickly feeling. It's nothing like my first pregnancy where I was puking 7 or 8 times a day and lost 10 pounds in my first trimester.

On the Fatigue front: I am back to the sleep schedule of someone with a newborn. I sleep when Squishy sleeps. I think some of the fatigue is because I have a 14 month old roaming around all day, but I'm still very tired at the end of the day even if I've had a two hour nap. Also, I'm having some insomnia at night. I'm certain this contributes to my daytime drowsiness.

The fatigue mixed with the nausea makes me a very poor house manager. Husband has picked up the slack and is taking very good care of his ladies.

It's getting to the end of the first trimester and I'm happy to say I've had two or three nausea-free days this week. I also had my first pre-natal appointment with my midwife and she said everything looks good. She found Button's heartbeat right where I said it would be. It's looking like Squishy and Button came from the same ovary!

My instincts are telling me Button is a girl. I'm basing this on the fact that I'm totally turned off by sweets. I am loving salty and sour and that happened with Squishy as well. I've also had two dreams that cast Button as a female tiny tiny. We will find out end of January!

Friday, November 4, 2011

The Thing With Dollar Bills...

I got mail today from my Grandma. It was a small package and there's no impending holiday (Grandmas are never late on birthdays or the like) so I knew it must be something good.

Yeah, it was really for Squishy. It was a pair of pink fleece footie PJs in the size Squish will be in for the winter. But there was something else...

A crisp one dollar bill and a note that explained the PJs and the rest said this: "Powerball is getting pretty big and it sucked me in on Saturday- probably will have to buy one on Wednesday also."

I laughed out loud like I always do and said to Husband: "G-Dubs sent another dollar."

I tucked the bill and note together and went to the closet. I opened a box where I keep all the cards from relatives. Within this box is an envelope with several one dollar bills. Some have notes, some don't.

No, Grandma is not at all crazy.

She's one of those "cool" grandmas. First of all, she's accepted the nickname "G-Dubs" from her six grandchildren. She promises to never get old. She will feed you until there is no food left (on the planet). She plays cards and wins. If the blender isn't making margaritas at the stroke of 5 PM she's like Miss Clavel: "Something is not right."  She makes sure you had breakfast while you're still eating it, and insists that the banana bread, muffin, pancakes and bacon you ate was certainly not enough and starts making you eggs. I swear if she weren't so damn Scandinavian I would bet that she was Jewish or Italian.

She also kicks me out of her will on occasion. And reminds me that I was dropped off by the Gypsies and that God will get me someday. These are all special traditions we have.

But here's the thing about the dollar...

Many years ago, I went to Florida with my mom for spring break to stay at my grandparents' condo. I went with Grandma to the grocery store to get some items for dinner. In the parking lot on the way out, Grandma stopped and exclaimed "Oh shoot, I forgot to buy a Powerball ticket." Now, hoping that she hadn't been an old lady duped into spending lots of money on the lottery, I posed a simple question:

Me: "Grandma, you know the odds of the lottery, right?"
G: "Yes, but I don't do it every day."
Me: "Let me see the dollar you were gonna use to buy the ticket."
G: *Hands me a dollar bill*
Me: "What numbers were you gonna use?"
G: "Well, I always use all your birthdays so 18, 22, 16, 27, and 24"
Me: "Hmmm...Nope, you didn't win." And I pocketed the dollar.

We created tradition that day. I told grandma that every time she fell victim to buying a lottery ticket she owed me a dollar. My mom will come home from trips to Florida with gifts for everyone and a dollar bill for me. In a birthday card I once got a 20 dollar bill and a single with a post it on it that said: "At this rate neither one of us will  be rich."

This is the first and only time that my sarcasm has earned me a semi-regular paycheck. Although it is far below minimum wage, it is tax free. Now that I'm thinking about it, this collection of dollars may be my only form of inheritance from her, seeing that I'm out of the will and all.

I have all the original dollars and I don't plan on spending them, but maybe when I have enough, I'll buy G-Dubs something nice.